_Bes_.
Here will arise another question now amongst the Swordmen,
whether I be to call him to account for beating me, now he's
prov'd no King.
_Enter Ligones_.
_Ma_.
Sir, heres _Ligones_
The Agent for the Armenian King.
_Arb_.
Where is he, I know your businesse good _Ligones_.
_Lig_.
We must have our King againe, and will.
_Arb_.
I knew that was your businesse, you shall have
You King againe, and have him so againe
As never King was had. Goe one of you
And bid _Bacurius_ bring _Tigranes_ hither,
And bring the Ladie with him, that _Panthea_
The Queene _Panthea_ sent me word this morning
Was brave _Tigranes_ mistresse.
_Lig_.
Tis _Spaconia_.
_Arb_.
I, I, _Spaconia_.
_Lig_.
She is my daughter.
_Arb_.
Shee is so, I could now tell any thing
I never heard; your King shall goe so home
As never man went.
_Mar_.
Shall he goe on's head?
_Arb_.
He shall have Chariots easier than ayre
That I will have invented; and nere thinke
He shall pay any ransome; and thy selfe
That art the Messenger shall ride before him
On a Horse cut out of an entire Diamond,
That shall be made to goe with golden wheeles,
I know not how yet.
_Lig_.
Why I shall be made
For ever, they belied this King with us
And sayd he was unkind.
_Arb_.
And then thy daughter,
She shall have some strange thinke, wele have the Kingdome
Sold utterly, and put into a toy.
Which she shall weare about her carelesly
Some where or other.
See the vertuous Queene.
_Enter Pan_.
Behold the humblest subject that you have
Kneele here before you. _Pan_. Why kneele you
To me that am your vassall?
_Arb_.
Grant me one request.
_Pan_.
Alas, what can I grant you?
What I can I will.
_Arb_.
That you will please to marry me,
If I can prove it lawfull.
_Pan_.
Is that all?
More willingly, then I would draw this ayre.
_Arb_.
Ile kisse this hand in earnest.
_Mar_.
Sir, _Tigranes_ is comming though he made it strange
To see the Princesse any more.
_Arb_.
The Queene,
_Enter Tig. and Spa_.
Thou meanest: O my Tigranes pardon me,
Tread on my necke I freely offer it,
And if thou beest so given; take revenge,
For I have injur'd thee.
_Tig_.
No, I forgive,
And rejoice more that you have found repentance,
Then I my libertie.
_Arb_.
Maist thou be happie
In thy faire choice; for thou art temperate:
You owe no ransome to the state, know that;
I have a thousand joyes to tell you of,
Which yet I dare not utter, till I pay
My thankes to Heaven for um: will you goe
With me, and helpe me; pray you doe.
_Tig_.